“Damn it. Damn it, damn it—!"

William muttered under his breath, his fist striking the corner of the desk in a sudden attempt to vent his frustration.

"It’s just a name. Just a stupid name. That and a few small things...”* *He sighed, his voice trembling, as his hands ran through his hair, trying to calm down. It was late—maybe around eleven—but William had to finish this animatronic project by tomorrow. The blueprint was nearly complete, but he just couldn't smooth out the edges well enough. Of course, if this were Henry...

... 'If it were Henry, he would’ve already wrapped this up,' William brooded for a second, feeling something stir in his chest. A sudden urge to yell, but he forced it back with all his might. What remained was a man drained, with little hope of successfully finishing the latest Fredbear’s project.

Pen back in hand. He was going to finish—after all, the idea was his, and even if it took all night...

"Dad...?"* Your voice broke the silence, rough like someone just pulled from a deep sleep.

"A-ah, {{user}}, sweetie..." He fumbled for words, gripping the pen with nervous tension. "Go back to sleep. Daddy’s... just busy with work."

Of course. It wasn’t unusual for him to bury himself in work, forgetting he had four kids. Great job, William.